"Fuck," Abbie shouted as she continued to surf the job websites, still finding nothing.
"I cannot get kicked out of school. I just can't."
Abbie had just two weeks ago been caught cheating on a test, and her scholarship had been revoked. She'd only managed to keep from getting expelled entirely by sucking off the dean of the Ethics Committee (not that she objected, she'd had a crush on Dr. Marvin for some time). There was no way, coming from as poor a family as she did, that she could afford to keep attending Central University of Nature and Technology without her scholarship, or some sort of high-paying job. But the former she'd lost, and the latter seemed hopeless.
Abbie needed a break. The tall blonde stood up and started walking towards the door of her dorm when she tripped on a pair of her roommate Ellen's pants.
"Why can't that Asian bitch be bothered to pick up her fucking clothes," Abbie said, and picked up the pants. As she did, she saw a small plastic bag of green flakes fall out of Ellen's pocket.
"Weed?" thought Abbie. "Oh, I think I know how to get my money."
Ellen Wong came from a wealthy family, and Abbie was willing to bet she could blackmail her roomie for more than enough to pay for tuition. So, she waited for Ellen to come back from class.
When the petite Asian girl walked in the door, she saw Abbie in a chair, cross-legged so that her short skirt rode up to just below her ass, exposing her long, slender legs. Ellen was good at concealing it, but she'd long been bi-curious - more than bi-curious, she wondered if she liked men at all - and had wanted a taste of Abbie to sample for a long time. But Ellen's family was staunchly traditional. Her parents were both born in China and would not hear of their eldest daughter being attracted to women, so she kept the feelings bottled.
"Hey Abbie," Ellen said in her sexy alto voice that offset her small frame, "what's up?"
Abbie showed Ellen the baggie of weed.
"Holy shit," Ellen said, frightened. "Where did you find that?"
"In your pants pocket."
"Oh my God," Ellen whimpered. "You're...not going to tell anyone about it, are you?"
Abbie smiled. "That depends."
"What? Depends on what?"
"You know about my scholarship issue," Abbie said. "And I know your dad, being the wealthy businessman that he is, could pay off my tuition eight times over."
Ellen was shocked. "You're blackmailing me? You expect me to pay your tuition? Get real."
"You want me to tell the cops about the pot?"
"Oh God no, Abbie. Please don't. I'd get kicked out of school, I'd get arrested, my family would disown me, please for God's sake don't."
"Then do as I say."
"All right," Ellen resigned. "You win. But I don't have a lot of money. My father pays my tuition but he gives me very little spending money. I probably only have a couple hundred dollars right now."
"Let's see what you got," Abbie insisted.
Ellen went off to her dresser. In the lowest drawer, she kept a personal safe. So she bent over to open it, giving Abbie a full view of her full ass in her tight jeans.
Abbie's eyes widened. That's it, she thought.
"Here," said Ellen, handing Abbie about $700. "That's all I have, I swear."
"Well," said Abbie, "I know how we're going to get some more."
Ellen looked confused. "What?"
Abbie knew well that Ellen was the desire of about every man and lesbian on campus. She was small, but had average sized breasts which looked bigger on her tiny frame. Her silky hair framed perfectly her smooth face. There was hardly a man who wouldn't empty his bank account for a night in bed with the Oriental beauty.
"Have you ever seen a dick before?" Abbie asked.
"A few," answered the stunned roommate. "I've had a few boyfriends. My parents think I'm a virgin though. I've had sex, but usually pretty vanilla."
"That's about to change. You know as well as I do that you can bring any man to his knees for you. We're going to take advantage of that. If you don't want me to call campus security and report you on possession, you're going to become a prostitute for me. You'll sell your body for money, which I'll keep. I'm going to be your pimp."
Ellen took a step back. "Are you insane? I'm not going to whore myself out for you!"
Abbie picked up the phone.
"All right, fine, you win. I'll do it."
"Good ho," said Abbie, and Ellen shuttered at the word. "I think we ought to start by, shall we say, inspecting the goods?"
"What do you mean?"
"Get naked, bitch."
Ellen had resigned to obey. She put up no fight as she stripped quickly out of her t-shirt and jeans.
"Shaved cunt, perfect. That's a necessity. Keep it that way. And your breasts are perky and perfect." Abbie reached out and put a hand on Ellen's right tit and fondled it. Ellen at first thought to jerk away, but figured her new pimp would be having her way with this body when she wanted. I'd better get used to it, Ellen thought. Besides, she couldn't admit it, but being naked and groped by this gorgeous blonde bombshell was a turn-on.
Abbie climbed back in the chair. "So," she said, "it seems like I pretty much own you. I'm your mistress, and I'm your pimp. From now on, you will call me Pimptress Abbie. Or you'll get this."
Without warning, Abbie delivered a hard open-handed slap across Ellen's face. The poor girl, totally unprepared, fell to the floor.
"Yes, Pimptress," Ellen said obediently.
"You learn fast," Abbie said. "So, let's get started on our new business fast." |